2021.10.21 12:15 tonystrawberry Hey! I made AxieDex, another browser extension...
Hi there! I know there are already the Freaks extension and the Explorers Freaks extension already available out there with may more popularity than my extension. But still I just wanted to share it with you all. I got some great reviews from my users already so I am quite confident that you will like it as well.
The main features that make AxieDex stands out from the two others:
- Possibility of viewing the genes of each Axie in the list page directly without needing to hover over them
- Being able to see the cards of all genes from the list page by hovering over the traits!
- A bookmark feature that would save you time if you are often looking for the same parts
- Better UI ? (well, that is subjective haha)
- Highlight/Hide feature that would make the Axies with the pureness wanted stand out more!
- Finding similar Axies with the same dominant traits. This is present on the Explorers but I removed the breed count, Axie type from the search parameters. I thought they filtered too much.
Here is the link of the Chrome extension:
I also ported it to Mozilla yesterday. It works exactly the same. Here is the link:
You can find the list of all features here: https://tonystrawberry.github.io/axiedex/
Hope you will like it! You can contact me on the AxieInfinity Discord (tonystrawberry#4316) if you have any questions or feedback :D
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2021.10.21 12:15 Infinite_Gas_5193 Parasocial Relationships in Kpop
K-pop music has taken of the world by storm, with the likes of BTS and Blackpink infiltrating the biggest music markets. K-pop has also taken over social media, specifically twitter, where fans purposely trend their favorite idols for their birthdays or music release dates. According to twitter from July 1, 2020, to June 30, 2021, there were 7.5 billion Tweets about K-pop, setting a record from the previous year. You may be asking yourself why is K-pop so popular? One of the reasons is an idol’s ability to form a strong Parasocial relationships with their fans. Although generally for celebrities to even exist and be popular Parasocial relationships are a must. However, no other industry is as successful in strengthening Parasocial relationships like the K-pop industry. Parasocial relationships refer to a type of psychological relationship experienced by an audience in their screen or stage encounters with entertainers in mass media. Parasocial relationships mentally impersonate those of face-to-face interaction, but they are mediated and one-sided. The K-pop industry takes Parasocial relationships dangerously too far by encouraging obsessive fan behavior and normalizing stalker fans for financial gain. Those familiar with K-pop are aware of the matter that these idols try to portray a perfect human being. Idols are groomed on how to act and take on any persona that their company assigns them. The industry even goes as far as to promote the fact that idols have a supposed dating ban to give fans the fantasy that they are in some way dating their idols. However, for those following K-pop it is widely known that idols that have at moderate success do have private lives. Moving forward, idols go above and beyond to communicate with their fans and give them content. They’re a variety of apps meant specifically for idols to communicate with their fans such as Vlive, Bubble, Weverse, and Lysn. In these apps idols tell their fans personal stories to make their fans feel closer to them and flirt with fans. For example, on Twitter one of Korea’s most popular idols Baekhyun sent a tweet to his millions of followers that states, “When you sleep tonight, turn off the lights and think of me. I will appear to you…I can’t live because I miss you” It is common for idols to say things like these to their supporters. When young and impressionable fans hear stuff like this it causes them to become delusional over their idols. Thus, the creation of stalker fans that have been labeled sasaengs (사생). Based on the Korean term sasaengpaen(사생팬), a combination of sasaenghwal (사생활or “private life”) and paen (팬or “fan”), a sasaeng fan is a fan who is overtly interested in the private lives of K-pop idols. The more popular an idol is the more sasaengs they have. They pay staff that work closely with an idol for any private information from the idol’s life. This can include an idol’s home address, number, and flight information. Sasaengs will follow an idol and try to take photographs to sell to other sasaengs. Companies rarely do anything about this because the sasaengs often purchase the idol’s music and merchandise. The industry promotes delusional and obsessed fans that will in turn bulk buy their idol’s albums and consume all their content. This type of fixation has led to the creation of Chinese fan bars, where fans raise abundant amounts of money to buy gifts, billboards, advertisements, and albums for their idols. The most popular fan bars have millions of dollars at their disposal. For instance, the news outlet Global Times reported, “Kim Jisoo, a female idol, turned 26 years old on Sunday as Chinese fans wished her a happy birthday and sent her a ton of gifts - worth 3.7 million yuan ($573,000). “Kim Jisoo’s fan bar sent the idol gifts ranging from luxury clothes to expensive household appliances. This was just one of the many plans that Jisoo’s most popular fan bar, called Kim Jisoo Bar, had for her birthday. Additionally, they spent hundreds of thousands of dollars for ads and billboards around Korea and China to promote the idol’s birthday. For Korea’s most popular idols this is completely normal behavior. By accepting these gifts idols encourage this type of conduct. The K-pop industry is known for having the most infatuated supporters. The encouragement of extreme Parasocial relationships in K-pop are damaging to the idol and create delusional fans
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2021.10.21 12:15 in_visible We own the float 3x+. Super simple numbers.
Let’s keep this super simple. Two ways to look at it, with assumptions baked in.
This is the way 1)
650,000 superstonk members and 350,000 GME forum members. There’s overlap and some noise. Let’s just use superstonk. That’s 650,000. Divide the adult population of US by this number. Not looking at international for now (which still would raise both the numerator and denominator). Let’s say 270,000,000. Means .002. So let’s say the representation is .002. Based on DRSbot there are roughly 340,000 shares registered by the bot so far by superstonk members.
Extrapolating that means that if the 340,000 shares were used to represent the same fraction (.002) of the adult US population 270,000,000 (instead of just superstonk’s 650,000 members), that would mean 170,000,000 shares are held by retail. 340,000/.002 = 170,000,000.
This also assumes growth in DRSbot doesn’t continue. Which means the true number is actually higher. Of course there are assumptions built in, but this is a simple model.
This is the way 2)
SEC report says there are 900,000 holders of GME as of Jan 2021. We know that’s low since a fuckton of buying has happened over the last 9 months. Anyways. Let’s use 900,000. 900,000 times the average shares per post in DRSbot of 190 shares held. That yields…171,000,000 shares.
TLDR: We knew it already but just in case people forgot. Retails owns the float multiple times over. 170,000,000 shares at least. Simple math.
DRS for the win. Buckle up.
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2021.10.21 12:15 BigBlueMountainStar Getting a restriction lifted from r/mildlyinteresting involves ratting on other people’s posts that slipped through the net
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2021.10.21 12:15 Bensfone My greatest game of vanilla Stellaris
After 1,156 hours played, I finally achieved an actual victory and subdued the entire galaxy. Forgive my laziness at not absorbing my vassals, but they were all mostly loyal and I was ready to move on to the next game. This is my relic origin, Slaving Technocracy empire (Authoritarian, Materialists) on Grand Admiral. Yeah, I know this set up is easy mode, but it was hella fun.
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2021.10.21 12:15 HalfManHalfBiscuit_ Using more than 8 channels on TX16S with Crossfire
How do I enable the 16 channels that crossfire (or any sbus receiver) is capable of? I can only get 8.
I'm using Pixhawk with Mission Planner.
Same goes if I use the TX as a joystick in Mission Planner - only 8 channels come through.
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2021.10.21 12:15 BinaryOptionAlliance FlokiKiller🐕 | Next x100 gem 💎 | Flokis last wish 💭| huge marketing 📈| FairLaunch 💰| Busd reward 🤑
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2021.10.21 12:15 perochan B.I - Half Album 'COSMOS' (Teaser Video - What Is Your COSMOS?)
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2021.10.21 12:15 archtimepieces [WTS] E13360
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2021.10.21 12:15 arcanesoftware Fable 2 keeps freezing
Hey there, I recently bought an Xbox360 and some old games I wanted to try, one of them being Fable 2. I booted up the game and everything was fine until the tutorial quest at the very beginning of the game came up, It was going okay and everything was working until I got to the crowd with the little wagon shop thing; it completely froze, I restarted the game about 4-5 times and it kept doing it. I've looked at forums online which recommend you either turn down your resolution or turn off your internet which I did and still nothing, is there anything you guys could recommend so that my game doesn't keep freezing?
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2021.10.21 12:15 Awes0max13 VikingSizeGamer will be talking about TWC's Promotion Manager mode!
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2021.10.21 12:15 SimicBiomancer21 Red's Disintegrate effects VS Indestructible: Does the creature get exiled?
So, let's say my opponent attacks me with [[Koma, The World Serpent]] and I block with a 1/1. I then cast [[Burn The Accursed]], and my opponent sacrifices a Serpent to make Koma indestructible. 6 total damage is dealt, but I need to know- Since Burn the Accursed says it is exiled instead of being destroyed, and indestructible says it cannot be destroyed by lethal damage, does Koma get exiled?
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2021.10.21 12:15 Erutious Purga De Ratas
The celebration of Purga Renovadora was a celebration that was highly anticipated in my town.
The celebration is always capped off by the Hunting of the Mice, which was the highlight of the event.
On the first day of the feast, we opened the door to find the three masks attached to our doorknob.
This occurred year after year for as long as I could remember, and I didn't think it was strange at all. Every year we would open the door to find three cat masks, long wire whiskers, and pointy black ears, hanging from the doorknob of our home. There would be one for my mother, one for my father, and one for me. We would wear them at the festival, riding the rides and playing the games, lifting them only slightly to eat the food at the feast as we gave praise to Saint Roche. This year, however, was special for me. I was thirteen, old enough to do a day's work if I chose to, old enough to have my own money, and to have my own responsibilities.
Old enough to participate in what came after the feast.
Old enough to participate in the Purga de Ratas.
I had always watched from the windows of the Council Hall with the other children as the people in the cat masks went about freeing us of the rats. You could see them sometimes, the big rats with their pointed noses and coarse whiskers, running through the streets as the cats turned them out of wherever they were hiding. I asked mother what they were, they were larger than the rats I had seen in our pantry on occasions, and she had told me that these were the undesirables, those who Saint Roche had chosen to purge from the community and that it was the job of the town to become his Cats and free the community of them.
I asked her once if we could be chosen by Saint Roche to be purged on that night, and she had told me that I'd better pray that it never happened.
Those who were purged on the Purga de Ratas were cursed and removed from town after being destroyed.
This was the year I would discover what that truly meant.
I went to the festival in my mask, excited for the night to come. As I played the games, danced at the Danza de Rothe, and ate at the feast, I couldn't help but think of taking to the streets with my father and mother that night to help purge the unclean from my town. Mother had said that they were Saint Roche's enemies, said that her father had said they were filled with spirits who had brought the plague to their city when she was a girl. If they didn't purge all of them, they would bring it there again. I was excited to go out and bring honor to my family as I drove these rats out of the city, but I was also a little scared. It was that feeling you get just before doing something dangerous and exciting, like riding a wild horse. You fear the action, but you can't wait for the ride.
I was a little sad, though, because my friend Maria wasn't there. She never missed the festival, and not seeing her made me wonder if she was sick? Her father wasn't a nice man, my father said. He didn't support the festival, and he had tried to argue for having it canceled many times. He always seemed nice to me when I visited Maria, but I knew well enough not to argue with my father. I didn't see Maria all day, and as we went home with the setting sun, I hoped I would see her tonight. We returned home, and I ate at the midnight feast that my parents always ate before it was time to go to the night's work. I tucked in greedily, knowing I would need my strength for what was to come.
God help me, I was young, and I didn't know what was in store for me.
As we ate, I asked my mother about the people who didn't go to the festival? She looked up critically, asking what I meant. I told her I saw someone peeking through the windows of their home. They moved away from the window quickly, but I had marked them by their whiskers and beady eyes. Mother said that those people were not to be trusted and that clearly they had been infested with spirits Saint Rothe wanted us to expel from the city that night. I nodded, making a note of that house in my mind. Their house was close to ours, and my parents and I could get there easily and chase them out.
When the deep thrum of the midnight bell tolled, Father donned his mask and led us to the kitchen. They could get right to the work at hand tonight. There would be no need to take me to the chapel for safekeeping tonight. He handed each of us a knife from the knife block, saving the sharpest knife for me. It was a long, curved fillet knife, and he told me not to be afraid to swing it hard.
"They aren't people anymore, and we must expunge the plague from the city."
I nodded, not understanding entirely, but I soon would.
We left the house, and I took them to the house I had seen earlier, seeing the other cats as they moved through the city. They were moving in clusters, groups of five to ten, and soon we had been taken into a clowder easily. The other cats around me were a comfortable weight, all of the people I knew, though I didn't know that I knew them. They followed us as we went, letting us lead them to the rats.
The lights were off when we approached, the house dark, and the windows shuttered. I figured this would be the time when we would scare the mice out of their hole. I had seen my kitten, Georgette, scare mice out of their holes before. She would pretend to be interested in one hole, and then, when the mouse would poke its head from the other hole and come hesitantly out, she would dash at them and scare them out of the house. She would run them and run them, her kitten energy boundless, until mother finally saw them and swept them out with the broom, always with a cry of "Purga de Ratas!" as she swept them from our home.
But we were no kittens, it seemed.
The cats of this city did not hunt like that.
The stone made me jump when it crashed through the window. The window shattered inward, and I heard someone shriek. We had scared the rats, and now they would come running out. But this was also how kittens hunted. Several of the cats, the ones with clubs as well as knives, cleared the glass out of the window and climbed through easily. The shrieks from inside were undoubtedly more human than ratlike, but when the door burst open, one of the rats ran for it, just like the ones at home. No broom came to sweep him away. The clowder fell on him, and I saw his hand come up to reach as the knives came down.
I stopped as I saw what they were doing, feeling a little sick as I saw the blood leaking from the rat. He was bigger than I had expected, bigger than me, and he twitched as he lay there. I took a step back, not really wanting to get too close, but my mother pushed me forward as her hand stopped my retreat. I looked back into her cat mask and saw her gentle eyes as she pushed me again.
"Go on, honey. Get a cut in."
I stepped forward, some of my excitement dulled by fear, and saw the struggling rat look up at me as it bled onto the cobbles. Its black eyes stared at me, and it coughed wetly, though its lips did not move. I held my knife in a shaky hand, preparing to strike, when the rat suddenly reached out for me, locking its hand around my ankle. My fear gripped me, and I suddenly stabbed out with the knife. I stabbed the rat, again and again, closing my eyes as I stabbed his arm, his back, and his neck.
The hand went limp as he flopped to the cobbles.
The clowder cheered, and we were off again.
We ran, drunk off our own power, and found a pair of rats in the street as they dodged another group. They were cutting down an alley as we came upon them, but they looked up at our group as it came close. One of them took off down an alley, but the other just stood there, frozen in terror as the clowder fell on her. She screamed as we stabbed her, but I broke off to pursue the other one as they finished stabbing and beating her. I didn't want her to get away, but my blood was also up, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to take one of these rats down myself. I ran after her, leaving others behind, and found her just as she hit the wall to the alley.
She turned, seeing me, and started looking around fitfully.
I could almost taste her fear as I stalked closer, knife at the ready.
I too would purge my town of rats.
"Please," she begged, and her words gave me pause.
She was speaking. Did rats speak? None of the rats I had ever seen spoke. Of course, none of the rats I had ever seen were this big either. The speaking rat made me falter for a moment, and she took full advantage of this as she tried to reason with me.
"Please, please don't hurt me. I'll give you whatever you want. I just don't want to die."
I heard the clowder coming up behind me, yelling as they came, and their presence gave me strength. I ran forward and shoved the knife into the rat, the blade sinking into the abdomen as I shouted “Purga de Ratas!”. Her dress started reddening, her hands gripping the knife as she cut her fingers, and she fell to her knees as the clowder came into the alley with a shout of mirth.
I pulled the knife out and ran to my father, who pulled me into his arms and whispered, "You're a natural."
At that moment, I was so proud. My family was doing something special, and we were a united front. Sometimes it almost felt like we lived our own lives, only seeing each other at dinner, but now we were doing something we could all enjoy, and I couldn't wait till next year.
I didn't have the slightest idea what I was doing, but I would soon find out.
I followed the clowder, growing bolder as we went until we came to the next house.
They pounded on the door, yelling for the rats to come out and face their fate. Everyone else was waiting expectantly, waiting for the door to open so they could charge the house and kill these rats too. I was confused, though. There must have been some mistake. This couldn't be the rat's house. They were looking for rocks to break the window, but I just shook my head and felt my confusion mount.
This couldn't be the right house.
This was Maria's House.
The door opened suddenly, and Maria's father stepped out onto the stoop. He wasn't wearing a mask, his face having a stoic cast, as he raised his rifle and pointed it at the mob. Some of them backed up, but most of them only seemed to take more pleasure from his presence. They mumbled to themselves, gripping their knives and preparing to charge. Maria's father cast his gaze around at them, his eyes falling on me for a moment before sliding away.
"I'm not wearing your damn mask. This whole celebration is an abomination! If you mean to take my family, you can come and try. I'll take at least a few of you with me. Just remember, which of you will be wearing rat masks next year?"
I backed away from the clowder slowly, my knife hitting the cobbles. No one noticed the metallic sound or the scream that followed it as the rifle blammed loudly. One of the cats had charged him, thinking he wouldn't shoot, and now he lay bleeding on his doorstep. The gun went off again a moment later, but I didn't see who it had killed then. I was running, head down, my mask forgotten as I turned from the carnage that I now understood was not a magic festival or fight for our town from giant rats. We were killing our friends, our neighbors, and I would never understand why. I ran, I ran as the tears streamed down my face, and I didn't stop running until the sounds of rats and cats were behind me. I ran until the woods enveloped me, that lush fairy tale wood that seemed to surround our home. The trees whipped at me, the roots pulled at me, and I just kept running. I ran from the horror, from the chaos, and I didn't stop until the ground went out from under me.
Suddenly, I was tumbling. I was rolling down something, and I put my hands up to my face to protect myself. I was so confused, so frightened, and when I hit my head on something, my vision got very blurry. I kept rolling, struggling to maintain my consciousness. I was slapping against bushes and banging against small rocks, and when I finally came to rest, I felt warm, solid ground beneath me.
When the lights engulfed me, leaving me in a warm circle, I passed out.
I woke up in a hospital.
The nurses said I had been found lying on a major highway, a truck driver having brought me here after calling the police. I had been unconscious for a while, a day at least, and I had a pretty massive head wound that would need to heal. The doctor said I had a small skull fracture and that I definitely had a concussion. They kept for a month, most of which was trying to get me to tell them who I was and where I was from. I feigned memory loss; the woman in mothers' books lost their memories sometimes after an accident. I did not want to go back home. I knew for a fact that if I went home, after running away from the festival, that my family might very well find rat masks on their door next year. I also didn't want to face the wrath of my parents and my community. No one refused to participate in the festival, or, like Maria's father, they were made to play the rats.
After a month, I was sent to an orphanage where I was adopted. The country I'm from doesn't have the best track record when it comes to placing children into foster homes or even having them adopted by good families, but I suppose I got lucky. Glenda and Mark were from the United States, here to do missionary work. When Glenda heard about my story, she became interested in me. She said it was as if God had pushed her to help me, and they adopted me. They stayed for a few years, helping me get back on my feet, and when they went home, they helped me gain citizenship and become a United States citizen. I moved with them to Sandiego and attended college. I never told them about my village or Purga Renovadora, and they never pushed me. I think they suspected that my amnesia was self-inflicted, and they are the best parents I ever could have asked for.
I'm thirty now, married, with a new baby and a place of our own. Marco is a wonderful father, and we couldn't be happier. He works as a civil engineer for a large company, and I work as a nurse when I'm not at home with Hugo. Glenda and Mark, my mom and dad, are always welcome in our home, and I can't imagine a better life than the one I have.
The life that my past is threatening to take away.
You see, when I went to get the mail today, I noticed something was hanging on the door of our home. I saw the masks, laughing and thinking it was a Halloween thing from the neighbors, but when I picked them up, the wiry whiskers stuck painfully into my hand. I dropped them and stared in horror. They were masks all right, three of them, and they all had the gray lacquered faces of rats. The whiskers were frayed metal wires, and the nose of one had been broken in the fall, a delicate black bulb that now lay on the pavement beside the mask.
There were three masks, as I said, and the third was the one that filled me with the most dread.
Two were normal-sized, easily capable of fitting an adult face, but the third was small, delicate, the eyes carved to make it look scared and sad.
A mask for a baby.
There was a note inside one, and I thought I would tear it as my shaking hands reached out to open it. The paper was rough, hand-made, and the ink was thick and blocky. The village made its own paper, its own ink, and rarely trading with others. I had no doubt that the masks had been made by the same old man that used to make them every year. I felt the tears come on as I read the note, the concrete biting my knees as I went to them and sobbed against the paper.
The note read- Joyous Purga Renovadora, join us this evening for the Purga de Ratas. If you cannot attend, don't worry. We will bring the celebration to you.
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2021.10.21 12:15 Perfect_Sherbet7983 Im tired but i gotta stay up and answer the door for my package
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2021.10.21 12:15 TangoDeltaFoxtrot How to handle frustration and loss?
I was injured at work several years ago and lost two of my biggest hobbies (endurance sports and bodybuilding) as well as my military career. I have not been handling this well. I have been back in the gym for a few weeks now trying to regain some composure and sense of my old self but, even with being very careful and using only modified exercises to avoid hurting my back, my back hurts a lot again and I've even fallen at work a few times because a few of my back/hip muscles just shut off when a certain nerve gets pinched. Even trying to help unload the dishwasher is very painful and I have to hold onto the wall or counter to stand back up. I am so tired of being like this, it's not who I am- multiple doctors, even the fancy ones in the big city, have already told me I'm not worth trying to fix and to just deal with it. I know I could have done better and tried harder in life, but it still hurts to know that it wasn't enough, makes me angry that I'm not enough. My wife keeps telling me not to care about what value others place on me, and only to care how she and the kids value me. What about how I value me? I don't want my kids to look up to me when everyone else looks down on me- they need a better example, I feel like I need to be able to demonstrate a positive change in my life for them to see and remember, or achieve some sort of success that matters to somebody besides myself so my kids can see what success looks like. I don't know how to do that, and I don't know how to show them what healthy relationships or a happy family look like, as I had a rough home life growing up and my family is still extremely toxic, and I have zero friends. I'm terrified they are going to end up like me, one of them is already 6 so I'm running out of time to figure this out. What do I do?
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2021.10.21 12:15 flatcoatlover Yesterday I took a great picture with my mother in law's lapdog.... My boys are a bit jealous. So today they both sat on my lap, demanding my husband to take a picture. Quality isn't great due to light but hey.... Here they are... 70kg on my lap 🤣🤣 Love my boys
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2021.10.21 12:15 Jimmdale 60 [m4f] Annapolis, Baltimore Beautiful fall day. Looking for a boating partner.
I know this is a long shot. Took the week off from work. Been doing work around the house. I was just outside and realized how beautiful it was. Love to find someone to take a nice fall boat ride. Maybe lunch at a local water side restaurant. A few drinks. Just some nice company.
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2021.10.21 12:15 MadCritic Radio Loud vil skifte navn til 24syv
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2021.10.21 12:15 nycglocka W eats for like the first time in a fucking minute…
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2021.10.21 12:15 SpiritedAd1512 joint alle nur 1 invite
2021.10.21 12:15 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Op-Ed] - Time for Utah to get rid of its remaining tax on food | Deseret
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2021.10.21 12:15 just_zara Good morning (28f)
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2021.10.21 12:15 ExoticBordere SafeHamsters league
SafeHamsters have been releasing updates for League every week for quite some time. I believe the latest update was the interface with advancing arena graphics as you level. After this they will be checking off all the parts to the MVP roadmap. These will keep the game well on schedule without missing a moment of excitement in this play to earn system. https://safehamsters.io/
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2021.10.21 12:15 informationtiger Official Flag of Russia (2012 - present)
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2021.10.21 12:15 AutoNewspaperAdmin [Op-Ed] - Do Sinema, Manchin and other Washington politicians know the keys to prosperity? | Deseret
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